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26 | OHCC LIVING | OCTOBER 2020 | Sometimes when you look at a photo, you wonder, "Why was this photo taken?" One example is this photo of a young mom holding back a drape while looking out a window. But why this picture? The photo was taken because she had just made the drapes. It was in our apartment in Jackson Heights, NY. Another example would be the photo of the two guys with sweaters, probably taken on the same roll of film. Why was this photo taken? It's the same answer as the first photo. She knitted the sweaters, although the one on the young boy looks like he's already outgrown it. My dad really liked that color. Finally, the photo of the cat sitting on a well-used red chair. The cat loved that chair and would snuggle in it at our former home in Texas, when we were watching television. As we prepared to move to OHCC, we had to get rid of some furniture. The furniture we kept was already on a truck by the time this photo was taken, and the other furniture had been discarded. This was the last thing in the house – all he had left. Soon, that too was gone. He just looked so forlorn. But sometimes there is a reason not to take a photo. This is from The New York Times Metropolitan Diary section early in August. "I was a tourist in town, walking up the east side of Central Park, when I saw a woman sitting on a stone bench inside the park. It was midday, but she was dressed as if for a party. Her face was in her hands, and she was sobbing as if she had just lost everything in the world. I make my living with words and pictures, and this one was perfect: the woman's bright red dress, her perfectly coifed blonde hair, the gray stone and green leaves, the jarring contrast of beauty and grief. The woman's head was down, and my camera was ready. It would take only a second, and she would never know. I couldn't do it, not even to snap a photo for my eyes only. In this very public place, it was her private moment, and it could not belong to me. I longed to console her, but even that felt like a trespass. "I kept on walking, and silently wished her well." ~ Jil McIntosh Photography Just in case: Check with your club contact to confirm meeting place, date, and time.